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Surprisingly, the silence we fell into was…nice. Companionable, even. When we finally decided to move, he grabbed a tissue to clean me up before helping me retie the straps of my tank top, and I buttoned him back into his shirt as he finger-brushed the tangles from my hair.
At last, I gingerly unlocked and pulled open the door, checking the immediate area for any staff. Determining the coast was clear, I opened it fully and gestured for Cal to go out ahead of me.
We left the building in silence, and he walked me to my side by side, giving me an unreadable smile and a kiss on the forehead before heading in the direction of the staff parking lot, rounding the building and out of sight.
And I drove home, wondering what the fuck just happened, and what that meant for us going forward.
It was official: Iwas fucking ruined.
My mind spun a thousand miles an hour as I sped down the peninsula, heading back to my apartment in the city.
“Skye!” I hollered as I stepped through the door, my shoulders instantly relaxing as the quick clacking of nails on the hardwood floor sounded down the hall, her collar jangling as she raced for me. She rounded the corner, and I knelt to her level, hugging her close when she threw her shaking golden body at me.
I stood, still holding her, all sixty pounds of her wriggling in my arms as she excitedly licked my face. Already, with my pup in my arms, I felt less like I was spinning out of control.
“What do you think, my girl?” I said as I walked into my room and dropped her onto my bed, no doubt returning her to where she’d been when I walked through the door. I’d never understand pet owners who didn’t let their animals on furniture. Skye slept curled up next to me every night, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. “Should we go for a walk?”
At the mention of her favorite four letter word, her glossy ears perked up, and I gave the white patch on her chin a little scratch before shedding my clothes in favor of some athletic shorts and a Detroit Warriors tee. Then I exited the room, Skye trotting dutifully after me. At the door, I clipped on her leash and set off through the city streets toward our favorite path along the bay.
I thought the walk would clear my head, and it minimally distracted my attention when I had to keep pulling Skye away from chasing the ducks squatting in the grass along the trail. A woman stopped me to tell me Skye was a beautiful dog, having her own Golden Retriever connected to a leash that hooked around her trim waist. Clearly, she was flirting with me, but I couldn’t get excited about the conversation and left her frowning.
No, my mind was completely consumed by Amara, no matter how hard I tried to fight it.
The image of her writhing on top of me, her tits bouncing as I thrust up into her?
Fuck…I’d never forget that as long as I lived. The mental movie playing on repeat at the forefront of my brain was better than any porn I’d ever seen.
It was without a doubt the dumbest fucking thing I’d ever done…and I couldn’t wait to have her again.Just this once, my ass.
When I’d pushed into her office and locked the door behind me, I’d had every intention of fucking her hard and fast, punishing us both for how badly I wanted her. And then I’d undressed her, and the first sight of her bare breasts, of her naked pussy beneath that flouncy little skirt, of the way she collected my precum on her thumb and sucked it off—I came undone.
Us being together like that was wrong on so many levels, but Amara Delatou was an addiction I’d happily indulge for the rest of my life.
And withthatterrifying thought, I broke into a run, Skye keeping pace with me as we sprinted the last six blocks home. After I let us back inside, I filled her food dish and topped off her water, then went downstairs to lose myself in the gym for a few hours.
By the time I returned to my place and cleaned up, it was nearly ten p.m., and I was pulling a fresh t-shirt over my head when my phone buzzed with a text.
Owen: what’re you doing right now
Me: just got out of the shower. I was about to drown myself in beer and an Outer Banks rewatch
Owen: come down to the club
Me: do I have to?
Owen: I mean, you don’t have to do anything but it sounds like you could use it
Me: you’re not wrong. but the club? can’t we go somewhere…quieter?
Owen: you asking me on a date, Ryder?
Me: shut the fuck up. I just had a long week and a…weird day. I’m not in the mood for that scene
Owen: fair enough. how about Overtime?
Me: deal
Owen: perfect. see you in ten
